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The jade tokens they used could transmit sounds and images, replacing the sound transmission notes and photocopying stones used before. They could add other people's jade tokens without restrictions and were widely circulated among sects. The different patterns engraved on them were the identity certificates of the sect's disciples.

Qin Linyu leaned back and looked at the picture Jiuli sent over, with a half-smile on his face. That's it? He thought it was some treasure, worth fighting for.

"If there really is a treasure, then naturally it will be obtained by those who are destined to get it." Qin Linyu sent this sentence to Jiuli, his eyes fell on the tear-shaped jade stone next to him and he said silently, those who follow it will prosper, and those who go against it will perish.

The jade stone actually trembled in a human-like manner, obviously it had intelligence. Hearing the threat, it took small steps to Qin Linyu's side and rubbed against Qin Linyu's fingers, fearing that its intelligence would be wiped out.

He pulled out his finger and touched the top of the jade with his fingertips, his eyes grim. If she was not obedient, he would not mind erasing her intelligence and making accessories for Jiuli later. It would be easier to feel weird and suffer less.

Only those who are destined to have it will get it? The smile in Jiuli's eyes was superficial.

"Of course, the one I like can only be mine." Jiuli didn't seem to care, and turned her head to talk to Xiyun, "No need, just wait and see. It's not that easy to get it."

Especially now that it was almost certain that it was a treasure, the auctioneer looked at the spirit stone gradually floating higher and couldn't stop grinning. He had never expected that such a piece of waste could be sold at such a sky-high price.

As for after the goods are sold? What is there to be afraid of? She has the support of Tianji Pavilion, and after all, once the goods are sold, it has nothing to do with her.

Xiyun nodded and her eyes fell on the center of the field. Their position gave them an excellent view, and the specially treated equipment used in front allowed them to see clearly outside from inside, but outsiders could not see inside. Only the sign on the door told them which house it was.

Qin Shiming on the side stopped Qin Jingming's curiosity.

They have spirit stones, but buying a piece of junk? It depends on whether it is worthy. Besides, even if it is a treasure, there are still people who rob the thieves, right?

"One thousand top-grade spirit stones." Ming Yan gritted his teeth and took out his last spirit stone. This was from the auction of a precious medicinal herb he had just obtained. If he had more, he would have no more.

"One thousand high-grade spirit stones for the first time." The auctioneer smiled happily. Where did this second-generation rich man come from? This overwhelming wealth has finally come to him. How much can he draw?

"One thousand and one top-grade spirit stones," Su He was determined to get it. She would not give Ming Yan a chance to rise again!

Everyone stopped tacitly. After all, if the first few did not participate, Mingyue Palace was enough to intimidate other forces.

As expected, the broken scroll belonged to Su He. As soon as he got the scroll, Su He took his people away from the auction.

Ming Yan stood up, put on his cloak, and walked out along the path.

The competition for the next few weapons and elixirs became increasingly fierce. Even the disciples who followed Jiuli out bought a lot. After the competition was over, they returned to the inn with satisfaction.

"Do you have any way to help me regain my strength?" Ming Yan's face was gloomy under his cloak, and his voice was soft.

"Yes, but you have to," the spirit Zhong Yan's figure became more and more transparent. He had not yet recovered from blocking a fatal blow for Ming Yan last time.

"What do you need me to do?" Ming Yan's eyes flashed with ecstasy.

"It's just the inversion of yin and yang, taking yin to replenish yang," Zhong Yan's face was ugly. How could Ming Yan take yin to replenish yang without even that thing? Isn't this just talking in a dream? "You can't do it now."

"Then you are not talking nonsense?" Ming Yan suddenly became gloomy.

"But you can still use it, right?" Zhong Yan said ambiguously. If you can't do the one above, then what about the one below?

"What are you saying?" Ming Yan was horrified, his face pale, "Why am I always a man? You want me to be submissive to others?"

"How can you be a man now? Just say a word, okay? If you're not capable, I don't mind changing your master." Zhong Yan said impatiently, calculating the possibility of changing people.

"I accept it. As long as I can recover my strength, what can't I do?" Ming Yan hardened his heart.

Zhong Yan gave Ming Yan a mantra he had obtained and continued to rest. The soul that he had worked so hard to solidify over many years was sent back to the time before liberation by this guy.

Ming Yan began to practice diligently. He thought it would be difficult to get started, but within two days Ming Yan had remembered it very clearly.

And a strange thing began to happen in the city: men in every household mysteriously disappeared and turned into corpses.

Ming Yan, who was skilled in the operation, pushed out the scapegoat and left Tianyan City, thinking that one day he would be able to take revenge.

"We're finally home." The disciple of Qianyuan Sword Sect sighed when he saw the horizon appearing in the distance in front of them.

"Yes, we are finally back." This trip was quite fruitful. "I hope I can go out for a trial with the Saint next time. It will definitely be more exciting than this time."

Jiuli took Xiyun back to Linyuan Peak.

"Saint Maiden, there is a message from home." After the handover, Xiyun swiftly came to the main hall with the unprocessed letter.

"Well, tell me everything else." Jiuli took the letter and looked through it with joy in her eyes.

Xiyun stood aside and quickly flipped through her memory and organized her thoughts. Fortunately, she had an excellent memory. If it were an ordinary person, they probably wouldn't even remember the name.

In the following time, Jiuli followed Yu Ning to learn how to handle sect affairs and was very busy.

As time passed, all the decorations of Qianyuan Sword Sect were changed to festive red, and a cheerful and warm atmosphere surrounded the sky above Qianyuan Sword Sect.

It's no wonder that this is the most famous sword-testing event of the Qianyuan Sword Sect. There are many eager disciples competing with outsiders on the arenas everywhere, and most of them win.

"This year's sword test is as lively as it was decades ago." The person who spoke was Shi Mo from the Wentian Demon Sect.

Relying on the fact that the two families were not far away, they came first and sat there to mock them. Who didn't know that the sword test would be to show them their strength? By the way, they would pair up the disciples who were interested.

"Of course. Isn't your ceremony also lively?" Yu Ning sat in the first seat with a calm expression.

There was a lot of lively conversation in front, while Jiuli and Qin Linyu were taking a walk in Linyuan Peak, with no one around them.

"Long time no see, you seem to be getting more and more beautiful," Qin Linyu's eyes lit up, but his feet did not move.

"Really? I feel a lot more haggard," Jiuli felt a headache when she thought of the task assigned by Yu Ning.

"I brought you a gift. Let's take a look at it when I get back." Qin Linyu took out a rectangular box from the ring and handed it to Jiuli. "I'm afraid it won't work if I don't show up in front. I'll go over first."

"You don't look haggard at all," Qin Linyu turned around and flicked Jiuli's forehead with his fingertips. "You will always be beautiful in my eyes."

After saying that, he smiled and went to his seat in the front hall.

"Young Master, you are finally here. If you hadn't come earlier, I would have gone to look for you." When Old Qin saw Qin Linyu coming, he felt relieved and he almost couldn't answer.

"Well," Qin Linyu glanced at him, "Be more stable."